Keegan first fell in love with your efficiency on the field. Then he fell in love with how you would tend to him. Then he fell in love with how you felt. He had fallen in love with you at the altar.

If Keegan wasn't lying...he never stopped falling in love with you.

Every little thing you did just made Keegan appreciate and cherish the bond you shared with the physical manifestation being the rings the pair of you carried around.

What he had not fallen in love with was your restlessness when he was trying to sleep.

Whether it was nightmares or thoughts that kept your body moving, maybe the pillows were too hard or the sheets too itchy, Keegan may never know. What he did know was that you never stopped moving when you made attempts to fall into a land full of tranquility and dreams. You tossed and turned like there was an invisible needle stabbing you the exact moment you got comfortable. All Keegan could hear was the grating sound of you sliding against the sheets and feeling the blanket tug and loosen as you flopped around like a fish out of water.

Keegan had just began dozing off when you flipped again and his eyes shot open to stare at the ceiling. He could have memorized the exact number of imperfections on that white canvas with the amount of times he had to stare at it before you finally fell unconscious.

Just as you flipped your back to him, Keegan took a large breath of air and draped himself over you. His head tucked into your neck and inhaled that familiar, comforting scent with a content sigh while his arm snaked around your waist to tug you into his body.

"Stop moving," he grumbled into your skin as his tone betrayed just how tired he was.

He just wanted one night where he didn't have to worry about your technique for falling asleep. Just one.